You Have Your Kids To Think Of.....

Jon and Kate, please get it straight,


You have your kids to think of,


I watched this family once so full of love,


Raising their family of eight.


Now I cringe when I hear your name,


Look what has happened to your family due to fame.


Did you forget about the vows you took?


Don't you two care about how you look?


I did not know you were only a family of two,


Don't you realize everyone is looking at you?


Don't you care what your kids might think?


They made you all that money,


They got you all of this fame,


Don't you care about what they'll know?


Don't you feel any shame?


Your kids should have always came first,


Without them, we wouldn't not even know your name.


I see Jon with his young woman, you should be ashamed.


Kate with her bodyguard, are you two to blame?


Your kids have never had normal lives,


You make them work,


You both act like jerks,


And we all get to watch likes its some joke.


Thats the worst part of all,


The kids will hear about it from other kids at school,


It's not like they will be fools.


Kids have always been so cruel.


Don't you two feel the least bit small?


I must say you both make me sick,


Jon, your girlfriend of twenty-two,


Why are you only thinking about you?


You think your children don't come first!


I have so much anger towards you I feel I may burst.


Those kids didn't deserve this bad luck,


They don't deserve to see you at your worst,


The life you have made for them must really suck.


You can see how fake you two are,


Don't think your kids can't too,


Their being born brought you this far,


Without them, neither of you have a clue,


You need to quit while your ahead,


Get out of the public eye,


Give those kids a chance at a normal life,


It was them after all who made you a star.


Jon and Kate, former husband and wife.

I Just Wouldn't Know

Calm and assertive, that's the energy you give,

Entering our homes and giving us a new way to live,

Our canines, why they are running the show,

Doing things why, well, I just don't know.

National Geographic, was smart to trust in you,

I swear Cesar, without you, well, I wouldn't know what to do,

Walking our dogs with this confidence we did not feel,

How many dogs have you saved that were just about to be killed?

You walk in our doors, without giving our dogs a glance,

For some of these dogs, they are given just one more chance.

These are the dogs that attack for reasons only they know,

How many lives have you saved with just your show?

Every life you touch seems to get better,

Many of a time I have wanted to write you a letter.

Perhaps make a tape to get on your show,

What's wrong with my dog, Well, I just don't know.

This is why I have added you to my blog,

I think without you my life would be a mess,

I would be walking my dog a heck of alot less,

With all of your teachings I can walk my dog easy,

This makes the rest of my life more breezy.

My self- esteem has gone up for sure,

There is now so much more I can endure,

Without you, Cesar Milan, and your dog psychology,

Our lives wouldn't be as they have come to be.

I now more about my dog than I have ever known,

And I owe all to you Cesar Milan, and all that you've shown.

The Man With One Glove.

Let me tell you about the Michael Jackson we all know and love,
Michael Jackson, The man with one glove,
His voice was priceless, spun like gold,
His words magnificent, art to be told.
Feet so light, he floated upon the air,
His life, so short, why it just is not fair!
"How could he be taken so quickly?", I ask.
Michael was not done, he had not finished his task!
You did not give us time to blink,
You did not give us time to think,
You took him without giving us time to feel,
You took him without our knowing how to heal.
Michael's story has now been told,
It seems that now he will never grow old.
Peter Pan, he was, in Neverland,
And now it is how he will stay,
Young forever, if you may.
God, you must help me and hold my hand
Please give me away to understand.
I must have some time so that I may face,
The King of Pop has left our place.
The star we loved from boy to man,
Surely, my Lord this was not the plan.
The World as we know needed Michael longer,
It seems my Lord, your need of him was much stronger.
Perhaps my Lord, you needed his love,
Michael, Michael, the man with one glove.
I feel the world in its' daze.....
We all just can't believe that he is gone!
How do we manage to get along?
How do we get past this phase?
What do we do?
What do we say?
Our days are endless, bleak and gray.
It seems as if we always knew......
That our dear, sweet Michael would go away.....
Michael always had love to give,
Oh God! Why, oh, why could he not live?!!!
His words, his love, it broadened our days,
His music, his message, helped us in many ways.
What he left us will live on forever,
His message we will always treasure!
He had just so much love to give,
Why could he just not live?
Please make our days brighter through this despair,
As we curse you my Lord, it just is not fair!
Now our lives will be a monotonous task,
Why did you have to take him I ask?
The Michael we all know and love,
The King, The Legend,
The Man With One Glove.